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are moving in tomorrow.
    Which left Evan all by his lonesome in a bungalow built for two. Instantly Rachel came up with the perfect combo solution to her two biggest frustrations.
    She’d never been one to abandon a goal. Maybe the problem wasn’t that she’d been trying to score with Evan to no avail, but that she’d picked the wrong playing field. Nothing like a little home court advantage, right?

R achel pulled her favorite sundress from the closet and poured herself into it. Red, of course. The mirror didn’t lie; she looked good.
    No, she didn’t have a Playboy physique, but the dress went a long way toward pumping up what she did have: a five-foot-nine frame that wasn’t too much wider than it had been in college, high, perky breasts, and legs that she kept in shape. There was nothing worse than finding yourself in the middle of a physically challenging sexcapade and not being able to hold up under the muscle strain.
    Lip gloss finished off Rachel’s battle armor. Cosmetics were for women who had something to hide, and Rachel preferred to be as honest as possible with people. This is what I look like. If you don’t like it, shut your eyes. Men generally approved. Except for one.
    As soon as it stopped raining, which thankfully didn’t take long, Rachel walked down the street to Evan’s bungalow. With the weather being iffy, the guys would likely not have any excursions booked for the afternoon. She’d already texted Emma and begged her to take Dex shopping for towels or something for their new house. Which had taken zero coaxing. Emma would be dragging Dex around Freeport for hours.
    Meanwhile, Rachel had a man to ambush.
    Evan answered the door on the first knock, his expression blank as he took in the red surprise on his tiny front porch.
    Since he didn’t slam the door in her face, she’d consider the welcome warm. “Hey. Got a few minutes?”
    He widened the opening between the door and the frame, tilting his head ever so slightly toward the interior. Her pulse bobbled for a second as she registered his quick acquiescence. She’d expected an argument or an excuse or a… quirky eyebrow. The lack of any of the above threw her game completely off.
    Before he changed his mind, she brushed past him, letting her bare arm slide not the slightest bit accidentally across his torso. It was the small things that made life livable and the feel of his hard chest… delicious.
    Now she was back on track. Seduce and conquer, but never let them see you sweat.
    Carefully she arranged her legs as she sank onto the big sofa in the small living area, angling her best feature toward Evan. This bungalow mirrored the one she shared with Anna, laid out in a square with two bedrooms at the top, a bathroom and a living room/kitchen combo at the bottom. It was designed for two people who had no qualms with being on top of each other constantly.
    Or on bottom. Whatever floated their collective boats. Which was precisely the reason she was here.
    “So,” she said as Evan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Come on now. I can keep my hands to myself. Have a seat.”
    Warily he complied, wedging his wiry frame onto the giant couch, clearly bought with supremely built men in mind who would want their space. It was way too much space when Evan fairly vibrated with masculinity that Rachel could almost taste.
    God, what was it about this man that got her salivating the moment her senses picked up his proximity? If she was being honest, that was a huge part of her motivation for being here—she needed to slake her Evan-induced thirst, get it out of her system, and move on.
    It was worth a shot.
    “Emma and Dex found a place together, did they tell you?”
    Evan nodded but otherwise remained still.
    “It got me thinking about my own living situation. Anna is… interesting,” Rachel hedged in case she and Evan were friendly. Geez, if they were though—she might have to whack him over the head until he quit. “But